<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>Jess Franco - vo.rs</title><link>https://vo.rs/tags/jess-franco/</link><description>Latest from the Jess Franco desk at vo.rs.</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en</language><copyright>This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.</copyright><lastBuildDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2026 13:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://vo.rs/tags/jess-franco/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Jess Franco: The Prolific King of Eurotrash</title><link>https://vo.rs/screen/jess-franco-the-prolific-king-of-eurotrash/</link><description>&lt;p&gt;No serious account of Jess Franco can avoid the number, so let us start there. He directed something like a hundred and eighty films, by some counts more than two hundred, under a scatter of pseudonyms — Clifford Brown, David Khunne, Franco Manera and a dozen besides — across five decades and half of Europe. That output is the first thing everyone says about him and the biggest obstacle to taking him seriously, because a good portion of it is genuinely terrible: incoherent, threadbare, shot in a week and abandoned. But bury a real filmmaker under that many films and you are guaranteed a handful of genuine spells, and Franco&amp;rsquo;s best work casts a hypnotic, dreamlike charge that nobody else in exploitation cinema quite managed. The trick with Franco is knowing how to find the spells without drowning in the swamp.&lt;/p&gt;</description><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2026 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Vampyros Lesbos: Jess Franco's Hypnotic Eurotrash Landmark</title><link>https://vo.rs/screen/vampyros-lesbos-jess-francos-hypnotic-eurotrash-landmark/</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Most vampire films want to frighten you. &lt;em&gt;Vampyros Lesbos&lt;/em&gt; wants to put you under. Jess Franco&amp;rsquo;s 1971 German-Spanish production is a horror film in the loosest possible sense — a Dracula riff with the fear surgically removed and mood pumped in to fill the cavity. What remains is a slow, sun-drenched trance about a woman drawn across the water toward a countess who lives on an island, told in zoom lenses and reflected light and one of the most hypnotic pop scores of the era. For decades it was a bootleg-tape rumour among Eurocult obsessives. It deserves the wider audience it eventually found.&lt;/p&gt;</description><pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2025 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>